looking inward looking out,
they do not do up and down no more
Could if they had necks,
or long hands and periscopes.
If they were so fortunate,
and with the CCTV linked to the telly
that is not the same as a neck of your own to play with…
Inner scented oriental mood,
sucking on a Zube,
watching chicks insinuate.
It is now.
Can you imagine
how good that is?
You are smoking
On a street corner in the fifties.
You are wearing a hat.
It is a busy street.
High rise buildings.
People. A city. Night. Warm. Promising.
Am I right?
Fancy an omelet
Fresh green salad.
what the heck let’s go again at the witterings good work out for the digiits if nothing else.
Cut those nails, Howard Hughes. I implore you. Simply.
we got two zero one nine big time fult tilt bullshit flying oppressive radio waves goodbye to reason
is Prokofiev taking the piss saying look ma no hands to the conservatory
burning leaves with his true love
bitter sweet body of work to discomfort you in you dotage